Summer Camp by Bernard Faucon.
These photos are fucking creepy to say the least. Don’t know what it is about mannequins that I find so scary. And it’s not just that, but the use of real children in them as well, puts me on edge, wondering what’s going on. There’s something really dreamlike about them, as if we don’t know what we’re looking at. A child’s imagination or memory? A dream? A film set?